THE MARINE SHOVED ME IN THE PENTAGON—THEN THE CHAIRMAN OF THE JOINT CHIEFS SAID MY NAME
A briefing screen. A restricted photograph. A personnel profile attached to a document he had been warned not to copy. His face drained. “Gunny.” Rourke did not turn. “Not now.” …
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